...at the Heinz museum in the strip last night. I call the fucking place up and some automated system states it closes at 5. No big deal. Figure I can get there at 4 with ample time to see the exhibit.

WRONG!

Some geriatric old fuck tells me and my buddy that there is no admittance past 3:30! Watch check...3:56. So Im fuckin pissed at this time. The woman says she GUESSES we can go into the gift shop. Inside we notice a door that leads to the exhibit...but backwards. Ya know? So we go into the exhibition in reverse. 5 friggin minutes in we get caught. FUCK!

So were leaving and I want back in there. At the beginning of the exhibit there are 2 fake Swiss guards and one of those pull dividers between them to keep people from entering. BULLSHIT! Tuck and roll baby! So Im back in the exhibit. My buddy stays behind. about 40 seconds later I was popped again.

So they finally get us out the doors. Head to Primantis. Great deal they got going on for take out only...16" one topping pizza, 2 Pittzburger sammiches, and a 2L Coke for 20 bucks. Fuck yeah, we will take that shit.

So we waited, copped 2 cups from the LOVELY bartender and ate an entire pizza infront of LA fitness. Watched the women swimming thru the window. Nice. So I leave the box in front of the doors. Ya know, just in case somebody needed someone to blame for a pigout session.

Anyway,,,where was I going with this?

Oh yeah, from what I saw at the center it seems pretty neat. Snapped some pics of local stuff in a hallway going to the giftshop. Ill post em if I get time.

The detective in the motorized wheelchair, hopeless optimist, incapable of irony or sarcasm, he was predictably not long for this board. He was, however, regarded as something of a deity at the Steel City Insider boards, where his rah-rah sentimentalism was mistaken for something resembling insight. Those boards are simply dreadful, so it's rare that I scan them. Last I saw, Wendell was updating his health in a most ominous way. Dude's all fucked up. Forget what exactly.